Endless Orders

Waiting in the lot, under neon lights,

Silent warriors, fighting endless fights.

Stacked high in the trunk, the orders pile,

Rush of the city, endless mile after mile.

Hoping, praying, we can keep the pace,

Chasing deadlines, sprinting through space.

Every beep, a call to the grind,

Lost in the chaos, trying to find,

A moment of peace, a breath to take,

In this never-ending race.

We stand alone, in the pouring rain,

Battling the flood, feeling the strain.

Time slips away, faster than blood,

Feeding the city, doing all we could.

Underneath the flashing signs,

Fighting doubts, crossing lines.

In the silence, we hear the plea,

To keep moving, to be free.

Though miles stretch out and nights grow cold,

In our hearts, stories told.

We stand alone but proud and strong,

In this unending delivery song.